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Post by jaspar geoffrey murphy on Sept 23, 2009 16:19:28 GMT -5
 FALLING IN “LOVE” WAS REALLY JUST anyone’s game in a way. It didn’t have limits or rules that went along with it. There were no age barriers or gender differences. There were no player limits or color lines. For all anyone knew, love was truly blind. But when you tried to normalize society, pick out good and bad guys, lines started form and that blindness started to deteriorate. People worked with the rules and didn’t break free of them. Okay, maybe the rules and guidelines were there for a purpose, but when it came to an emotion so strong and powerful, it almost made it seem like we had a choice about who we were going to fall in love with, and when we were going to do it. Ask any person, and they’ll tell you they never expected love to happen when it did, or who it was with. Some may say that they just “knew” it was going to be with that person. Or they had visions about it. There was never any telling when the feeling would take over your mind, your body. Even if you were one of the few people that can say that you loved someone, but in the end found out that it was real. Even if you were one of those people that said the love was real and it was just another thing Hallmark tried to pull off as being real. But then again, it really could have just been only in our minds. The shared delusion people experienced. But most other things were only in our minds. For example, pain. It was something everyone dealt with, but they each had their own level of tolerance. It was never quite the same for two people. Just like how love was never the same for two people. Sometimes, there were the people who made it almost seem like an illness. And then there were the people that made it seem like it was the best fucking thing on the planet. Maybe that’s what it was to Jaspar. The best fucking thing on the planet, that is. Well, for now at least. But really, what did he know? For all he knew these feelings, whatever they were, could just have been that naïve little boy inside of him wanting everything to be good. And besides, there just wasn’t one little thing he could point out about the other. That he could say was the immediate start of this whole feeling. But no. When he thought about it, the actual start of it all had been that very first appearance. The one that had made his eyes widen just a little bit more than usual before he told himself to get over it. But then again, that had still been the time he was mostly considering himself straight. Yeah, the questioning and all was there, but Jaspar had never really been the type that worked on that by himself. Explored it at least. Since the start of it all, he had just sat back, and pretended as if nothing was going on in that head of his whenever a cute boy happened to walk by. Six years of questioning, and now it was almost like he knew he was gay. And really, he just might be. Bisexual, at least. He could put the blame on Jager for it, if it had been anything bad. (Which, he still wasn’t really sure if it was, or wasn’t. He’d find out when he broke the news to his family. We might keep in mind that he was actually sort of dreading that.) But the way that those fingers had the ability to warm that usually cold skin on his body, send shivers throughout his system, was something that he didn’t want to leave. When it was his time to go, he didn’t want to leave that boy behind. Sure, he could have pretended that nothing had ever happened between them. That he was in love with him. There was that little voice (a good one) that was telling him that he couldn’t move on. He’d forever be stuck in a slump from the loss of the boy in front of him now. That small smile on his lips drew a little bit at the boy’s words. And maybe he was a bit lucky at the offsetting of the lighting. Maybe it would be easier to hide that small blush creeping up his neck. He highly doubted that. But Jager really should have been used to the usually red face that he wore on an almost regular basis. It really wasn’t his fault that the “embarrassment” set in easily inside of him, triggering off the blood to heat up and taint his skin with those lovely shades of red and pink. Part of him wanted to say that Jager enjoyed making his face heat up every now and again, get that blood heated enough to change his skin color. And to be honest, he did it, quite a lot around him. That was just a thing that had never changed over the stay he’s had at the hospital though. Starting with his face being an almost beat red color when he first entered into the older man’s office. That time, it had been his own fault for that coloring. But he couldn’t help the certain places his mind went. Not that any of them had been bad or anything. Just small little thoughts of how attractive the other had been, that was all. Yes, Jaspar did get embarrassed easily. Really, that was probably one of the first things people were able to pick up whenever they got to know the boy. But for the moment, that was okay. There was that small little thing inside of him that liked the way Jager made his face heat up over nothing. It w as only a small thing. For the most part, he disliked every little thing about it. He had always wished he had more confidence in himself and the things he did. But he really wasn’t that person who did that. He was the first person to second guess himself, rethink over things before doing or saying them. Except for those few times, where he had gotten drunk with his friend. But oh, to be thirteen again. Growing up had never proven to be anything good for Jager. Two years later, he became a father. Three years, he was diagnosed with a mental disorder. Four years, he gained an eating disorder onto his little tab. No, he wasn’t in any way pleased with the course his life had taken, but he could live with that for now. Right now, there was that small perfection of knowing that he was wanted. Actually wanted by someone. Though he was still questioning over the fact of whether it was the truth, or if they were just words to make him happy. The latter got disqualified immediately. Being in this house with the other, it was better than either that small little room he had back at the asylum or that almost professional looking office. There was that small bit of comfort that neither of those places could provide. They didn’t have to hide here; they were free to do whatever they wanted. Well, within the laws at least. Jaspar had never been the type to go against the law. Sure, there had been a few run ins with his past with that subject, but no one ever really took him to be a trouble maker. Apparently there was something about the way he was far, far too innocent to break the law, commit a crime. At some point in his life, Jaspar had really gotten sick of hearing about his “innocence” but now, he’s learned to deal with it. There wasn’t much he could do. It wasn’t like he was going to break out of his shell anytime soon. Whether that was a good or bad thing, he didn’t know. But he assumed it was a better thing. Even if assuming would eventually make an ass out of him. Like usual. But right now, with his boyfriend’s touch on him, their bodies so, so close together, nothing really mattered except for them. And with those big, little words out in the air, he may never want to leave. But he was still aware that when the morning hours came, he’d have to be brought back. Hopefully, it would before anyone noticed that he was missing. Yeah, he still didn’t want the other to get in trouble because of him. He still didn’t think he could live with that. The man didn’t need to leave his job any sooner than he had to. But when you take into account that Jaspar may actually be okay with him leaving his job to move back to Chicago with him, there really wasn’t much to worry about. After all, most of when his timing to leave was directed by his boyfriend. Whenever it was that Jager said that he was stable enough to leave, then he’d leave. When he first arrived here, he wasn’t set on any amount of time. Just until he “got better” and everything was okay. And maybe all of that was happening too fast. It hadn’t been a long time that the nineteen year old had been there, but maybe all he did need was those medications he had refused to take all because he had gained a few pounds. Even now, he could feel that small amount of extra meat on his bones. But now, it didn’t seem to matter as much. It didn’t seem like Jager care what his body exactly looked like. Though, if this love, or whatever it was that they had for one another, was real, then whatever it was that they looked like shouldn’t matter. It was supposed to be blind to any appearance, ethnicity, age, gender, everything. But there were still those people who were too blind to see that, to see that whatever barriers there were in their minds weren’t really there. Or maybe that was Jaspar’s way to reason that it was okay for him to be in love with another guy. Not that there were many issues that he had with it. No, there definitely weren’t any problems with loving the other guy with those arms around him, holding him, and with those lips on his own. There was no need, or desire, to complain about any of it. For once, feeling that small amount of freedom from being away from those restricting walls of the asylum had him feeling just a bit carefree from what he usually was. Yeah sure, there were still those feelings of being a bit paranoid over someone seeing them, or them getting in trouble. But that had become programmed into his mind over the past few months. Slowly, those thoughts had been pushed back into his mind being placed down onto the soft bed. It might have a bit of a shock to him. He had gotten used to that feeling of his almost too hard bed back at the hospital. Still no complains though. Not even when he shifted a bit before the older male’s body was over his again. His head tilted back a bit when he felt those lips pressing against his jaw, his eyes slowly slipping shut at the feeling running through his body. Those small little shivers falling over his body as those lips moved closer to his mouth. Maybe in some weird aspect, this felt different than other times they’d been like before. But, really, shouldn’t it? Neither of them had to worry about one of the almost present eyes floating around. Maybe now, they also didn’t have to worry about any of the other things they’ve had to previously. Little things like noise. Though, the thought of that caused his skin to reheat once again. And once those lips were attached to his once again, he was able to rid of that thought. His lips pressed up against the other’s, until there was the brief break when the other’s shirt was removed. His eyes took that brief moment to look over the other. And no, it wasn’t anything new, but he still couldn’t help but be amazed by it. Maybe he was a bit of a dork or whatever, but the boy was so beautiful. Jaspar still had those self-doubting moments where he wondered what it was that attracted the other male to him. Those hands tangling in his hair helped him to remember that this was real. That the boy just wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Though this one was definitely not one he would be complaining about. Not even in the slightest bit. But it was still nice to know that those lips that had just pulled away from his own were actually there. And that body so, so close to his own was there as well. A small smile broke onto those close to swollen lips as he took in a few deep breathes. Neither fully helped catch that lack of oxygen, but that was okay. Breathing was one of the last things on his mind. It wasn’t all that important. And it didn’t seem like it was for Jager either, not with the way he kissed him again. A gasp, a small gush of air, fell from between those lips when he parted them, letting the older take his lower lip into his mouth. Not long after his stomach was sucking in a bit at the other’s slightly warmer touch against his skin. His body relaxed soon after, calmed itself down a bit from the touches it was receiving. No, he was used to this on most nights. But that still didn’t mean he couldn’t still get those small little shocks running through his body. And really, he hoped they never stopped. He hoped that they would always be there. It was another small little thing that helped him remember that all of this was real. Even his own imagination couldn’t make him feel as good as the other did. There are still no complaints either. Once the other was straddling his hips, his hands had found their way onto the other’s sides. His fingers tracing small matters on the older’s warmer skin. They moved their way to the center of the boy’s abs, running lightly over the skin as his eyes focused on the boy. Those light brown orbs watched him as he spoke, every word going into Jaspar’s ears. And while they brought a smile to his lips, they were soon attached to his boyfriend’s again. In a different type of skin, but one he still enjoyed all the same. While their lips were sealed and moving together, one of his hands had moved up his chests His fingers momentarily took the time to run along the chain of those almost haunting dog tags. Sure, they might have not been to Jager, but they were to him. And yeah, they had talked about it a few times. But usually, Jaspar changed to subject soon after. Just knowing that the other had been overseas and risking his life scared him. And he probably shouldn’t be thinking about it, but how could he not think about the other ending up injured beyond repair, or even dead. Neither had happened, but he still couldn’t think about what it would have been like if he had been around before that had happened. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered to him at all. Or it could have been the complete opposite. And while one of his fingers caught on the small chain, dragging it up with him as his hand went up further the male’s chest, he couldn’t help but think about what would happen if Jager was sent off to war again. Honestly, the boy wasn’t sure what he would do. That might have been why his fingers grasped onto the boy’s neck lightly when his hand reached it. That chain falling from his finger and causing the tags to fall back down onto Jaspar’s own chest. Letting those fingers move to rub the other’s neck just a bit, he kissed the other with almost the same feeling. Part of him was still hiding behind a wall. Still afraid to give his heart completely away to Jager. He did trust the boy, but he still didn’t want to end up heartbroken again. Didn’t want to feel like he was giving everything his all for nothing. But he pushed those thoughts away from his mind as he focused on the way his lips moved along with the other’s. From behind Jager, one of his legs lifted a bit with his foot pressed to the mattress and his knee bent. One of his hands rubbed Jager’s spine lightly before it moved itself to the front, moving onto his chest while the one on his neck fell down to meet it. And from some reason, and some way, he flipped them over so Jager was on his back. Jaspar parted their lips for a brief moment to stare down at the other, seeing the boy from a bit of a new view. A soft smile fell onto his lips before he moved one of his hands to remove the glasses still attached to his face in a messy way. Placing them down on the nightstand nearby, he returned over Jager’s body, moving his head down to press their lips together, his body settling between the legs that had once been straddling his waist. TAG jager ozwell. STATUS finished. WORDS 2,944. OUTFIT add glasses to this basically.CREDIT banner edit and design: mary jane, lyrics: cobra starship. NOTES i.. have mixed feelings about this.
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Post by jager thane ozwell on Sept 24, 2009 22:46:39 GMT -5
  • Intimacy was supposed to be a meaningful experience. In this decade however, the levels of intimacy that people converged on were much different than those of respectable expectations of the classified and civilized human being. Never should a woman feel the need to show off more skin just for a chance for some good sex in just one nights setting. Never should a man have to pretend he’s richer than he really is to get the eyes of some pretty girl. Now of days, it seemed like there was less love on the mind and too much lust. Jager could remember the countless times he’d lead someone to their bed like it was his own to share. He’d slept with strangers under the intoxication of alcohol and cocaine both. He’d always seemed to find some guilt ridden smart idea in the back of him mind to keep himself protected now. Sexually transmitted diseases were being spread around like candy now of days due to the finding of rightful ’gay’ community. Everyone was comfortable now, or at least a majority were starting to feel more socially accepted because of the way that we were getting more and more courage filled people that were stepping out in the open with this. Jager really hadn’t those kind of connections with people back when he had been younger. He was more of the type that just put on a pretty smile and then considered there to be no problem when he was creeping out of the house the morning, or even an hour or so later. He had been comfortable knowing that he most likely wouldn’t ever see that face again. Besides, if he did, he was normally too intoxicated or high to recognize anyone.
It’d be easy for him to evade having to deal with people claiming they knew him because of just one night together. You couldn’t really say you knew someone just because to happened to share a bed with them. So maybe he was a hypocrite after all of what he’d done, but now he was positive that he would never waste a chance with Jaspar. His love for the boy was just too strong to take a chance at risking all of what they had. Jager was glad he had taken the path to the army those four years ago. It had been good for him, no matter how many people he had to see die. It had been both a good and terrible experience. No one should have to endure that kind of torture even if you applied willingly. But there would never be such a thing as world peace because if we were honest with each other, there was just no way we were all going to get along. It didn’t matter where you lived or what era you lived in. Things weren’t meant to be perfect. Perfection was boring. With the stir of trouble and possible combat, we were given entertainment of knowing that things weren’t always going to be okay. For some people, that was living the experience. Those who wished for perfection really only wanted change to accommodate their current strive in life. It’d change though, just like everything did. Then what were they to do?
Needless to say, Jager was pretty experienced in the whole sex ordeal thing. He hated to think of himself as the whore he had been, but at least he was honest with himself. As far as it came to making something like this special, he wasn’t really sure. Relationships just weren’t his specialty. That’s why when he had first gotten with Jaspar, it was like being a teenager all over again. He loved it when he could see those pale cheeks heat up with a flush of color. Jaspar didn’t understand how beautiful he really was. Sometimes, Jager wished he could just knock some sense into the boy to tell him to stop worrying about what he looked like. Because in all honesty, Jaspar was the most beautiful thing Jager had ever laid his eyes on. Sure, it made him sound like some hopeless romantic, but it was true. He was in love and there wasn’t going to be anything that would stop him from using all of those cute little lines that could bring that fresh coloring to those high cheek bones. Of course, the flush of heat and what they were currently tangled up in didn’t make the harsh color filling Jager’s own cheeks any more noticeable under that dense skin. That was one thing he was glad about, though it was rare of him to blush anyway. Normally, Jager was pretty confident with himself. He was okay with his body and when he said something, he spoke strongly about it. It didn’t matter if they had to hold up things for him to get an answer. Really, he’d been smart to get out asking Jaspar if he wanted a life together at dinner instead of after this.
Laying there after sex and asking it probably would of changed his answer. Jager had wanted it to be honest. He didn’t want anything to be induced because of something he had done to encourage Jaspar to give in to the idea. That truly was all of his acceptation or denial. Handing that rejection would have to be thought of at a different time. But for now, Jager had thought he had handled it okay. So maybe he had let a few hurt emotions slip out and expel on his expression, but at least he still was able to continue the conversation without worrying he’d sound too desperate. He didn’t want to go as far as saying that he wouldn’t be able to live a happy life without Jaspar. It may seem like Jager was strong in both his profession and his previous engagement, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have feelings. He would be happy, but never would he be able to extend himself into that full, rich happiness he was tangled up in now. Jaspar really didn’t understand. You would think that the patient would be more dependent on his therapist, but in this case where there positions were pretty much switched, it was understandable. If this wasn’t love at it’s finest, he didn’t know what was.
Feeling that cold metal start to slide up his skin forced a shiver to rivet down his spine. Those dog tags were easy to forget about when they were constantly hidden under his clothing when he was at work. He loved at work. Rarely did he get a chance to really pay attention to what was hanging around his neck. With Jaspar’s spidery fingers curling against his next, the once cold chain seemed to heat and burn his skin now that the body heat and spark from the other’s touch was spreading over his body. A soft, quiet hum of please escaped his lips while their mouths moved together. Really, Jager was just hoping that he could make tonight reach the height of it’s greatest. He didn’t want this to turn into something that Jaspar was going to forget. Any time they were able to spend together needed to be memorable. Once their mouths were parted and he was allowed to breathe, he swallowed a breath of air and focused on the way that his hands were currently sliding that thin shirt up over Jaspar’s smooth, slightly toned chest. A grin reached his lips, breaking against the skin of his boyfriend’s neck while he made a line of kisses over his jaw. A soft ‘hmmm’ noise elapsed from his lips before he forced himself back. No, it wasn’t easy to keep himself from Jaspar. The tension between them when they were in his office was bad enough. Now that they were alone and together freely, he wouldn’t have to worry about as much. So now, as they were laying together in his bedroom and in his house, he wasn’t going to care about anything but the boy below him.
Or that could change.
Feeling the sudden exchange of weight made a gasp escape Jager’s occupied lips. He felt those hands gently force him down against the sheets; surprised at the feeling of the warm mattress pressing up to meet his spine. Though was shocked him more was what Jaspar had just done. It wasn’t usual for the other to take control, but the suddenly quickening of the rush of blood that was traveling southbound seemed to increase. Now, those dense chocolate eyes held a sort of furry tightening in with the color. Jager breathed out a soft breath, feeling that seductively charming smile slip into place on his lips. Watching those glasses being pulled from Jaspar’s face, he took the time to enjoy his boyfriend’s face free from the black frames. Not that Jager didn’t like the glasses; he had a kink for them actually. But that was another story. Clearing his throat quietly to himself, he removed Jaspar’s shirt before the other had a chance to fully lean back over and press their lips back together. When their mouths met, Jager could feel the heat starting to kindle in his stomach. He needed this. From Jaspar’s sudden rush of control, he could guess that was his way of saying he needed it too. The older male made a quiet noise, lifting his hands to slide along Jaspar’s bare sides. The boy was so damn beautiful. Jager really wished that he could see that when ever he looked in the mirror. Though he considered Jaspar’s self consciousness silly, he could understand. Everyone saw their own flaws when someone else took them as someone’s perfections.
Leaning his body up, he force Jaspar into a sitting position between his legs. Jager shifted his weight to get comfortable from the awkward position his hips had been in. Never letting their kiss slow, he reached a long, slender arm toward the night stand and yanked the drawer open. Dragging out the two items he’d need, he considered how many more he’d have to buy if they made this into a regular thing. He didn’t want to think about that. Not now at least. Not when his dick was being rubbed against by a rather boney hip. Jager couldn’t contain himself. His mouth broke free to release a soft groan. Suddenly, he dropped the condom and the lubricant. His dark hands rushed to the front of Jaspar’s jeans, but he forced himself to slow. He didn’t want to scare the other. Special, he had to remind himself. Pushing their lips back together, Jager’s tongue inched forward to trace the top of Jaspar’s lower lip. The only light loomed from the window, basking out over Jaspar’s milky skin when Jager had forced his eyes open to glance down at the brass button of the boy’s jeans. He paused his hands, taking the time to let his eyes wander over Jaspar’s body. Swallowing, he spoke with a truthful, love induced tone. “God, Jassy. You’re so beautiful.” He whispered the words into the curve of the younger boy’s lips. Yeah, Jager was a sucker for love stories. He never would of thought he’d be in one, though. Pulling at the band, he let his fingers grasp the thin elastic of the boy’s boxers as well. With fingers clinging, he dragged down over those hips slowly to draw out the excitement he was getting from seeing Jaspar’s body for what it was instead of having to imagine. His hands ran over that soft skin, mapping out the curve like he already had them memorized. By the end of the night, Jager really hoped he would be able to have all those curves memorized. HE wanted to know what spots were sensitive to the touch and what took a few stroke to get Jaspar to make that noise. Yeah, he sort of remembered it from the first time they had made love. It had been the most beautiful thing (well, almost) that he’d ever heard come out of Jaspar’s mouth. He wanted to hear it again. He craved for it. “Jassy,” He whimpered into the curve of his jaw.”Need. You. Please, baby.” As if to prove his point, Jager drug his hips up to let his arousal press hot and flush right against Jaspar’s thigh. It triggered another pleasured sound from deep down in the older boy’s throat.
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STATUS finished.
WORDS 2,069 words. lol. 69.
COMMENTSruuushed. i don't really like this one. but whatever.
CREDITS image from cobra-starship.org, cropping and text banner to lex. form to lex also. you steal, you get eaten.
MUSIC punkbitch - 3OH!3
TAGS jaspar murphy.
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Post by jaspar geoffrey murphy on Sept 25, 2009 21:52:52 GMT -5
BEING COMFORTABLE INSIDE OF HIS OWN SKIN was something that had always been difficult for Jaspar. But when you had those people around you that teased you about your appearance, it wasn’t all that much of a surprise. Part of him has always been under the impression that no matter what he did, there’d always be one little thing that people can pick out and criticize him. Now, he was no perfectionist. Not at heart, at least. There was only that small little thing inside of him that made him want to make everyone like him. Though, deep down, he knew that most people wouldn’t be “good enough to deserve his time of day”, as his mother would have put it. Jaspar had never seen things that way though. Contrary of her belief, he felt like he was the one that wasn’t good enough for anyone. It wasn’t that he was bad in anyway. No, but there was so much going on inside of that head of his, that he wasn’t sure of the truth, or what was exactly real. But that might have just been because of his mental disorder. Yeah, the boy did in fact have those issues where reality and fantasy merged together and never found a stop to it. Though, he was going better with that. It had been a while since his last episode. And it really was what made him feel like he was good enough for anyone. That amount of insanity that was held inside of his body and was only blocked out because of those medications he was prescribed. But even then, Jaspar still felt that there would never be a person for him, or that he wasn’t the person for anyone. It might look like he would have had sanity, but he didn’t. It was one of the furthest things from the truth. And now, even being here with his boyfriend, he still didn’t feel like he deserved this. Jager was, in his eyes, someone who deserved so, so much better than him. But he didn’t want to ever let him go. Seeing that face was one of those things that he could never get enough of. The way that those lips curled up into one of those beautiful smiles and the corners of his eyes wrinkled just a bit when he was truly happy, and the way that it was mostly with him made him feel like he was special enough, or good enough. There was something about those little touches he would receive when they passed each other in the halls, those secret ones that were made to look like an accident that made him feel like he was important. Even if that was really only for a brief moment. But the older man, he really was too good for him. No matter whatever further details about him that Jaspar didn’t know where. It didn’t matter what his past was, or what he had done. Who and what he was now was far too good for Jaspar. Even if the boy haven’t done anything bad in his life. Well, truly bad. Maybe he was just a bit too negative on his self that he didn’t see anything that other people saw. Like whenever he heard those compliments from the older’s mouth, he never really believed it. Sure, he took it as something good, letting that smile fall to his lips and a blush fall onto his cheeks. Inside that head, he always fought in his head about how he wasn’t. He wasn’t cute, or adorable, or beautiful, or any of that other nonsense that the other boy said he was. There were too many scars over that skin, too many disproportions over his body, for him to be any of that. But he never worked up enough courage, or whatever, to say anything about it. And besides, he didn’t want to fight about it. He didn’t want to ruin anything because of his little insecurities. So he just accepted it all, and let the boy think what he wanted. Like it had been when those clothes had been shed for the first time together not too long ago. Caught up in the moment and everything else about it, Jaspar had given his body away. And even if the words hadn’t even flooded from those lips before then, he knew how he had felt. He wanted this to late, be that something everyone was always searching for whether they knew it or not. When he felt those fingers graze over his skin oh so carefully in that little bit too hard bed in the darkened room, he had heard those words his boyfriend would say soon against the sensitive skin of his neck. That so familiar blush crept to his skin, but he just kept quiet. He allowed the other to just continue on with the next motions, and he would definitely not say that he regretted it in anyway. Sure, their motions and noises had to be limited, lowered, silenced, but in the end, it had been one of his best experiences. Once he got over that first wave of nerves that crept through him and tried to tease him into thinking that he actually didn’t like men. They didn’t even come close to overpowering him. And that might have been a good thing. After all, he knew that that small bit of rejection would have hurt the other and would have ended whatever it was that they were. The last thing the boy had wanted was the older male being hurt because of him. He knew all too well that he wouldn’t be able to live with that, nor would he be able to forget whatever crushed face would all onto that face of his. But, in the end, he didn’t have to worry about that. Part of him hoped that he never would have to. In the few months that Jaspar had been attached to the older, he had found himself becoming just a little bit dependent on him. Not an addiction, he would never admit to that. At least, no in the way Jager had. Addiction was one thing that Jaspar would never admit, even if it was a good thing. It was a concept that he just feared. But maybe that just was what he was with the other. Maybe he was far beyond the ability to find himself able to live without the other. Maybe this was the way love was supposed to be. Who could really know though? With so many different directions too it, there was no telling what it was supposed to be exactly. But Jaspar, he wanted it so badly to be what he had now. His body moved easily with Jager’s as he was put into that sitting position. Shivers spread themselves through his body at his boyfriend’s touch before it was removed from his skin. Out of his control, his body pressed against Jager’s a bit, closing a few small gaps between the two of them. IT was never like Jaspar to be desperate or need for this type of thing. Though, that still could have been a question still floating around in the air. After all this would have really only have been his third time in this situation. Or the situation that this was leading to. Twice with the man currently against him, and only once before. Though, maybe that behavior was expected of him in some minds. He was the shy, quiet, self-conscious kid. The type that often got categorized in with being “needy” when it came to a form of affection. At least, that was what some people said. Jaspar wouldn’t really know if he fit in that category or not, but did it really matter? Especially with that boy he wanted so much touching him, kissing him? No, not really. He didn’t think so in the slightest. All he cared about was his boyfriend, the man who recently confessed a love for him. Gasping a bit, his hips inched toward those hands falling on him. Those slightly swollen lips parting as that tongue slipped over his bottom lip. And maybe there was still that bit of fear inside of him saying that their relationship would turn into some big, wild sex game if he continued to let it go through. But he really just didn’t care, not even in the slightest now. That once almost reasonable mind o his was too far clouded with the want, the need, of his boyfriend’s touch on him. Though, his mind may have cleared a bit when he heard the male speaking, felt those lips move against his own as they formed the words. Without a beat, that tingling heat flooded to his face. But, for once, it didn’t seem to bother him as much as it would have normally done. Now, it didn’t seem that important. Not when he could feel those hands working on his jeans, slipping over his skin as they pulled the fabric now, and that nervous feeling flooded through him. Those small little butterflies fluttering around in the pit of his stomach. His breath came out shaky as the other pushed down the rest of the clothes, feeling those hands move over his skin and sending those sparks through his skin again. Maybe that had been when that burst of nerves pushed out of his system. For the most part, at least. His body moved to help remove the clothing, kicking them off to the side. Those teeth bit down onto his swollen lip as he heard those words released from the older male’s mouth. Jaspar nodded, dipping his head a bit and feeling those lips brushing at his skin. Cue in another one of those shaky breaths falling from his lips. He gulped when he felt the other press against him, but this was okay. Why wouldn’t any of this be? This wasn’t new material, a new border they were crossing. But this was still Jaspar getting used to the concept that Jager was in fact a male. No, it wasn’t bad. Maybe it was a bit beneficial. After all, Jaspar was more familiar with a male’s body than a female’s. He had a bit of a better concept of what could be done to please the other. If Jager had been a girl, then it would really be safe to say that the boy would be at a loss. Just like he had been that night he had lost his virginity. Sure, the curious mind of the young teenager had watched a few movies (if you don’t know what kind, then you might as well be an idiot, yes?) when the urges got too strong, so there was a little concept of what he should do. But that doesn’t always mean that he would do it right. Of course, being the negative self he was, he just assumed that he didn’t get it right. But that was okay. In the end of it all, the two were still in love. Even after the awkward mess that had happened that night. And, okay, maybe Jaspar said that he wouldn’t have sex again unless there was no way of getting out of it. The first time with Jager? Yeah, he could have gotten out of it, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to. And not to mention, a certain body part would probably hate him for ages if he tried to get out of it. But it had turned to be a good thing, in the end. Sure, there was still a bit of awkwardness from Jaspar’s end, but Jager knew enough to make it all seem okay. Though, he wasn’t sure how exactly felt about that. In his mind, he didn’t want to think of Jager with anyone else but him. But he could get over that. They both had their own pasts where they didn’t know one another. Yeah, he could get over it. What else could he really do about it? A hitch fell into his breathing pattern as that sound reached his ears. It was quiet, but he could still hear it. His hands found their way onto the boy’s chest before they trailed down, tracing down the path that chain gave before failing straight down to his waist. Those fingers lingered over the area above the waist band of those jeans before he fingers went to work on that button. It wasn’t until after the button was undone that he pressed his lips against the other’s again. Working his lips against the others, he worked to lower the male’s body down again as his fingers worked to remove the clothing. Only coming along with a few troubles along the way as he did so. But then again, nothing was ever truly perfect. Even if to an outside eye they could be. Perfection could never exist; there were always flaws there, hidden or not. But that’s not besides the point though. Now, Jaspar was pulling off the rest of Jager’s clothing, there were always flaws there, hidden or not. But that’s not besides the point though. Now, Jaspar was pulling off the rest of Jager’s clothing, finally getting it at one point. His lips continued to work with the others, sliding together with whatever passion he could muster up. And while that gentle reminder of his boyfriend talking about singing him Spanish lullabies still lingered in his mind, they could wait. There was something that didn’t want him to stop. And he was pretty sure his boyfriend wouldn’t be having that. It was all okay though. TAG jager ozwell. STATUS finished. WORDS 2,278. OUTFIT add glasses to this basically.CREDIT banner edit and design: mary jane, lyrics: cobra starship. NOTES eh.
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Post by jager thane ozwell on Sept 27, 2009 12:52:40 GMT -5
• Months could of passed since the last time he had ever gotten this close to someone. Excluding their first time, it had been ages since Jager and even taken the risk of letting something else close. He wasn’t into relationships but his new reformed self wasn’t into the heartbreak scene, either. So, needless to say, he went without. It was better than having to feel guilty about pushing himself out that second story window or being careful not to close the door too fast in the morning when he was sneaking out. Seeing fallen faces the next week after he was caught out again was never a good feeling. Maybe, Jager had always been the sweeter kind of boy that wasn’t out to break hearts. It had just taken a little time and convincing to get his real reactions and sources our for him to become the person he was. He knew he had respect from many, respect he had gained for fighting for their lives while they weren’t able to. He had the training to save and protect. But he was always trained to search and destroy. His home was where he was now; tangled in those long, pale skin covered arms. This was where he was comfortable. Jager had a feeling that if he were to be placed anywhere else, he’d experience plenty of feelings of deep need and want. He didn’t really have to be with Jaspar. Oh no, his life was dependent on the other. He needed so much more that to just be with him. Their air they managed to bask together in seemed to always be the sweetest kind of intoxication that Jager always fell into when they were together like they were now. But then again, he was always happy when he was with the younger boy. None of his other patients could ever mean as much as Jaspar did. Sure, Jager did his job and he did it well. He understood how he needed to treat everyone to their according practice of ‘disease’. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t give his boyfriend a little extra attention because he would admit that he needed that extra time spent together, too. Jager hated it when he had to go to bed all alone. He’d sit there for hours, staring at the other side of the bed and wishing that he was able to just bring Jaspar too him. Those nights they spent alone were rare, but they were very painful to have to undergo. It made Jager almost sure that he was in fact in love with Jaspar. When it pained you to be away, you should always consider that you really did need to be with that person.
Physical attention was just an added bonus to this relationship. Jager could go with out it. Well, some of it at least. He was generally the type of person that liked to hold your hand or always give you a kiss good morning and good night. Sometimes, he wasn’t able to do that with Jaspar and that killed him. He wanted to make his affection and attraction known because god knows that Jaspar needed that extra push on his self esteem. No, Jager wasn’t just faking this so the other would get better. Never before had he acted on such feelings as what he was feeling before, but that was mainly because he had never had feelings like this before. Jaspar was a first and hopefully his last. Yes, it might seem a bit early to be putting so much dedication into one person, but when you were in love was there really any need for a time frame on things? Jager didn’t want to have to think about counting days or months or even years. He just wanted to remember that Jaspar was his and only his. Thinking of the younger boy with anyone else caused that little monstrosity of jealously to over take his normal calm and cool nature. Jager jealous was not a good thing. You didn’t want to throw anything suspicious at him when he was being accusing either. Really, the boy was just trying to refrain from feeling the affects of a broken heart. Those few times when they had to talk about Karen and Misty, Jager had felt a sort of guilt for possibly coming between a family that was supposed to be. After that, a worry had started to build inside him that told him that when Jaspar was ready to go home, this relationship would be ending as well. Of course, being the gentlemen that Jager was, he’d have to accept that. He wasn’t going to intrude on something as important as family because he knew what it was like to lose someone that close to you.
In fact, he’d lost one too many things in his life. Another one probably wouldn’t cause that much of an ache to him, but Jaspar was more than family. Jager was just afraid to really let that knowing finalize. He understood that the other was only here temporarily. When that time came for him to go home, he wasn’t sure what was going to happen. It could only be a few more months before that decision was made. Jager didn’t want to have to wave goodbye or give one of those hugs that always felt like you were never going to see that person again. He didn’t want that for him and Jaspar. He wanted a life; he wanted a family. But nothing was ever final, no matter if you though your time was up or if your choice was made.
Dominance between the two never seemed to be questioned. Then again, Jager did have this sort of leader persona clinging off of him. Jager had always seemed to pick the path and Jaspar seemed to follow. Now though, with the younger boy settled over his body and those pale hands slide over his skin, Jager couldn’t help but want to beg for more. He liked giving in; he liked being taken over. Though this was just the second time they had ever really been together sexually, he was already enjoying it even if his clothes were still on. Swallowing a rushed breath of air, he opened his lust-filled eyes to watch that mouth drop toward his own. Jager’s hips lifted to meet those hands, dragging them along with him as he begged for the contact. He needed this; he needed the affection and the intimacy to ensure that he would still have Jaspar to wake up to in the morning. It scared him to think about what could happen if this were all a dream. He knew he’d wake up with more problems than just wishing it were real. The rush of the cold air surrounding his now clothing lacking body made a shiver caress the rivets of his spine. Jager whimpered up into those plush lips that seemed to never leave his own. His eyes were forced closed again and his hands lifted to skim over those thin thighs before he pulled Jaspar into a position so he was straddling his body.
The lovely preview of friction made his hips jerk up slightly, causing another moan to slip from his lips. This was just becoming too much. He didn’t want to have to wait any longer and by the looks of it, Jaspar didn’t really want to either. So, he moved a hand blindedly, grabbing the bottle of lubricant and popping it open. His teeth reached forward, grabbing onto the younger boy’s lip as he tugged it toward his mouth to suck on the soft flesh. Letting a soft pleasured noise slip from his lips, he coated a few fingers and let the bottom drop back against the sheets. Breathing in through his nose, Jager shifted under his boyfriend to allow his arm to stretch back. His finger traced against Jaspar’s entrance, giving a sort of warning before pushing forward for the first intrusion. Finally breaking there mouths apart, he dropped his head back against the pillow to fully breathe while he worked his finger into his boyfriend. The tight muscle surrounding him making a spring of want and desire start to fill his body. That familiar heat was dwelling in his stomach; breaking a whine from his throat. Jager made sure that this wasn’t going to hurt. He wanted it to feel better that the first time, so when he finally pushed the second finger in, his free hand lifted to curl into those dark copper locks to bring their faces closer together. His dark eyes broke open, waiting to meet Jaspar’s. Jager pecker their lips, speaking quietly. “I love you,” he whispered, hoping it’d take some of the pain away.
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WORDS 1,400 something words.
COMMENTS ruuushed. again
CREDITS image from cobra-starship.org, cropping and text banner to lex. form to lex also. you steal, you get eaten.
MUSIC punkbitch - 3OH!3
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Post by jaspar geoffrey murphy on Sept 28, 2009 19:12:18 GMT -5
THE KNOWLEDGE, THE PRESENCE, OF HAVING someone else there was something that Jaspar was still trying to get familiar with. Sure, he always had his family around, and his few friends. But feeling the connection that could only come from a stronger bond, a different bond, wasn’t something he hadn’t felt in such a long time. Four years to be exact. Part of that might have been his own fault though. After the breakup with Karen, he hadn’t really tired to find someone new. To be honest, he hadn’t really wanted to find someone. Sure, he had watched the girl bring a few other guys into her life was lovers, the ones that weren’t too scared off by Misty at least. And sure, he could easily admit that he was just a bit more jealous than he should have. But he never did anything. Well, aside from asking Misty how she felt about the guys. Though, most of the time, she hardly understood him. She was still far too young. Just seeing a small amount of change in her eyes or her expression was enough for him. It wasn’t until last year, where she was actually able to tell him how she felt. Or try to at least. But, he should have been happy. Karen’s new boyfriend was something Misty liked. He treated both of them they way they should have been. That was what mattered the most to him. Maybe there was still a bit of those feelings inside of him for Karen, but part of him couldn’t help that. She was still his first love, and you know what they say. You never forget your first love. Though, it didn’t help when he saw her constantly. He didn’t have much choice with that though. He needed to in order to see his little girl. But all of that was okay; he was okay with it. Besides, now, he had his own person to keep him warm at night. Being with Jager was that something new for him. But the male was also that something that kept him warm at night. Even if it wasn’t in the room. All Jaspar had to do was just think about the other and it was good enough to fill in that cold patch inside of him when he was alone in his bed. It wasn’t many nights, but there were still the few that kept him alone in that dark room. And maybe he shouldn’t have been as attached to the older man like he was. All he was here for was for him to get better, for him to be able to control his “illness.” He wasn’t here for a relationship or for him to grow attached to anything. It’s what he got though; a little added bonus to him becoming better. Part of him couldn’t help himself when it came to the older boy. Well, he could in a way. It wasn’t like he couldn’t keep his hands off of him, like he couldn’t act like there was nothing going on between the two of them. He could, even when he didn’t want to. But with the way his heart fluttered with every touch, with every kiss, part of him couldn’t stop the way his body would probably end up just a bit closer to Jager than was needed. Maybe it made things a bit suspicious, but it was one of the few things he couldn’t stop it. Even when they were just sitting there in his office during his therapy sessions, when they actually did that instead of other nonsense, he wouldn’t sit completely back in his chair. His body would still just be a bit closer, leaning a bit over those folded legs, as they would sit there and actually do what they were supposed to. The physical aspect of it all was still strange for him though. It hadn’t been until Jager that he started to fully wonder about being with the same sex sexually. Yeah, there might have always been that attraction he had felt for a few years now. That one that he never expressed to anyone. So, basically, that meant that Jager was the only one to know that he was gay. Or at least, bisexual. At some point, he would have to tell his family and friend about it. It would only be the right thing if Jaspar planned on moving in with Jager and actually going out in Chicago with him. Yeah, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide in the closet forever. If he were to be honest, he didn’t want to hide Jager from everyone he knew. He actually did want to show him off, but he was scared of the reactions he would get from people. Maybe he would just tell his mother on her next visit that he was gay. Or at least that he was attracted to men. It was be easier to start off that way, work his way to the rest of his family. Eventually, he’d get to the fact that he was dating a guy. He would just have to wait until later one to say who it was. Admitting you were dating your therapist while still being a patient wasn’t exactly a good thing. Accusations would come out, and who knows where that would lead to. He didn’t want Jager to lose his job while he was still admitted here. Not until his time was done. Either way though, he would still feel bad about it. Jager shouldn’t be risking everything just to be with him. He really wasn’t worth it. Though, that was just his general thinking about everything. Half the things he had gained in his life, he never deserved. There was too much bad he could do to prevent the feelings of gratitude to fully be there. It wasn’t exactly like he wasn’t thankful he had Jager now. He loved the way the other’s skin felt against his, and the way those plush lips fit just right against his own. Along with the way those hands brought those sparks through his body, making every molecule oh so aware of the presence. Maybe that had been the reason for why they turned them over, why he had been daring to do so. Or maybe it had just all been a stronger urge that he couldn’t help. He didn’t know. The only thing that he did know was that it was one of those things that was very unlike him to do. Never in his life had Jaspar been the dominant person, or the leader of anything, in any situation. He had always been one of the followers; that guy that usually sat around the corners and make sure that everything was safe. That was Jaspar’s role throughout most of his childhood and teenage years. Sure, there were a few times where he was the one in the spotlight. But that had never been by his choice. It was usually involving him getting forced up there or some other nonsense. Most of the time it wasn’t ever a good thing that happened. Most nights, he was a drunken mess. Needless to say that every time he had ever tried to talk then, there was no possible way to understand him. Between his natural stutter and then the slur that occurred when he was drunk, it’s safe to say that there were no actual words coming out of his mouth. But that is really just besides the point. He didn’t want to think about those old high school years now. Not when his boyfriend was touching him like so, pulling him into a new position on top of the other’s body. A small gasp fell from his lips at the touch, then the smallest amount of friction. This, this was still mostly new to him. It wasn’t his first time, but it definitely was still reasonable for him to be so sensitive to the touch. His breathing was a bit ragged by the time the older pulled his lip into his mouth. There was a small moan that fell from his lips just moments before the first finger was inserted. Though, it was still probably too quiet to actually be heard. His body tensed at the feeling of the intrusion; a shaky breathing falling from his lips as his body relaxed a bit. And he was aware that there was pain to come. He could remember that from the first time; remember that pain that spread through his body more than he expected to. But he was prepared for it this time, he knew what was to be expected, so it shouldn’t be as bad this time, right? Again, his body tensed a bit at that second finger. His winced, still, even at the knowledge of the stretch that there would be. But he could handle it this time. He knew that everything would get better from it all. Though, it was easy to momentarily forget about it when he felt his head going close to Jager’s. He took a deep breath, the air hitting against his boyfriend’s lips. Those lips that took his momentarily within the next moment. Once those words hit his ears, a small smile spread onto his lips. “ I love you t-too,” he muttered out, getting the time out to let his body adjust to the two fingers inside of him. And maybe it was out of his control when those hips of his pressed down against that hand. This time, a small gasped mixed with a moan was emitted from his throat. His eyes looked down at that almost too close face of his boyfriend, taking in all those small little features that weren’t noticeable from a small distance. Like those small little flecks in his eyes not many people would tell unless they looked up close, and those freckles that weren’t all that noticeable against that dark skin. Soon, there was a moan falling from his due to those fingers inside of him. His eyes fell shut at the small pleasure of it, letting it take over for the brief moment. Taking a small breath, he reopened his eyes and looked down at the boy once again. His eyes took in those features again, almost marveling at how beautiful the boy was. “ I-I think I’m r-ready,” he stuttered out, just a bit nervous, before his lips pressed against the older boy’s for a soft kiss. And yeah, he was still aware that there would be a bit more pain that would run through his body, at the last intrusion. The fact that there was something good that would come out of this all in the end was the only thing that made it better for him. That, and he knew what to expect. Which really, might have made all the difference. TAG jager ozwell. STATUS finished. WORDS 1,816. OUTFIT add glasses to this basically.CREDIT banner edit and design: mary jane, lyrics: cobra starship. NOTES i.. don't really like this. but that's okay.
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Post by jager thane ozwell on Oct 19, 2009 20:27:17 GMT -5
• By the time he had turned eighteen, his family had been taken away. Well, maybe not taken away more they were gone. After Jager, his parents had decided that another child was just going to be way too much work, so, they had figured that leaving him as an only child would be a good thing. He wouldn’t have to deal with sibling rivalry or any competing. Though it had been a benefit in that situation, it wasn’t in the way where Jager was looking for help when his parents weren’t there to assist with what ever he needed help with. They weren’t there because his father was too busy suffering from improper care after he’d been subjected to equally horrible things that Jager had a chance to experience. Now, he wasn’t sure who had it worse and he wasn’t about to compare it, but he did know that he understood what had sent his father over the edge. He had been alone, but at least he was old enough to care for himself. His aunt’s have offered a helping hand, but Jager was confident enough in himself that he had took matters into his own hands and had raised himself from there on out. He knew about Jaspar’s family; both from the file that was stuck to the boy’s personal record and what Jaspar had been comfortable enough to tell him. After hearing about Misty, he could easily see how much Jaspar loved that little girl.
Sure, having to hear about Karen hadn’t been easy for him. Actually, Jager had been seething the whole while, even if it didn’t show while he had been forcedsubjected to ask those kind of questions. No matter how much Jager hated to admit it, he could see the perfect family life. It was all there, to be honest. Big, homey family to give you support even when you were only fifteen and you happened to get a girl (not to mention your first and only girlfriend) pregnant. Maybe they had sent Jaspar here to get him better, but they were expecting him to come home and resume that same family life. Jager couldn’t help but to feel like what he was doing; allowing his feelings to openly show, was disrupting what was supposed to happen. He knew he had strong, deep feelings for the boy. Jaspar had brought feelings inside of Jager that had made the older male want to fight for whatever it was that they had. But, whither he knew it or not, this relationship would always be in Jaspar’s control. Jager was his therapist. At any moment, Jager knew that Jaspar could change his mind and want to go home alone. He’d have to accept it. Maybe he wouldn’t want to, but he’d have to. Just like everyone else that would be seeing Jaspar off, he’d stand there and look the boy in the eye and tell him he wished him the best of luck. And he’d mean it. Jager wasn’t that selfish; not anymore at least.
The physical aspects of their relationship had yet to really expand in the way their emotional connection had. Jager was very attracted to Jaspar. No matter how much the younger boy thought that he was packed with flaws, Jager saw him as one of the most (if not the most) beautiful person he’d ever seen. It was Jaspar’s imperfections that made him perfect, no matter how hypocritical that sounded. The younger boy’s body had been once thing that Jager had caught himself thinking about more than once on occasion. Jager made sure he used all of his free time to be with Jaspar. Sometimes those hour long sessions weren’t enough to fulfill his need for the other. The therapist didn’t want to seem like he was clinging onto Jaspar like his life depended on it. Though he knew it’d take all of him to get over Jaspar, there was a small part of him that was also sure he’d never have to. Now, even if they didn’t end up together when it was time for Jaspar to go home, that would actually be okay with Jager. He’d practically already vowed himself that after Jaspar (if there was such a thing) that he was never going to try for another relationship. Love only happened once and he had found his one time. Jager was sure he didn’t need anything but Jaspar. The boy completed everything that needed completion in his life. He’d be content knowing that he’d help make Jaspar feel better so long as he was happy. For the time being, if he was what made Jaspar happy, he’d be glad to claim the respected label as the boy’s lover.
He could feel the tension shoot over Jaspar’s body. Hating the fact that he knew he was putting his boyfriend through pain, Jager pushed their mouthed together for a firm kiss to try and distract him from the pain he was sure was working over his body. Breathing in through his nose, Jag eased when Jaspar did. He didn’t want this to be something the younger of the two regretted. Sex shouldn’t be something they had trouble with; as much as Jager seemed to be an addict of it back then (okay, so maybe he still was. It just wasn’t showing yet). He knew he could be obnoxious sometimes when it came to forgetting where he was when he wanted something. If that something happened to be Jaspar, he knew he’d be sure to let the boy know what he wanted. It didn’t matter if they were in public. So maybe Jager was a little blunt with a few things, but he was always quiet about it. He didn’t like a scene any more than Jaspar did. Even if the thought of seeing the other boy shoot him glares even though Jager knew Jaspar was loving what ever he’d be doing to him was actually amusing.
Seeing that smile spread over those slightly swollen lips made Jager feel a little better about what they were doing. Hopefully this wasn’t hurting as much as it had been before. Soon enough, it’d be close enough to painless. Okay, so maybe he was jumping ahead, but he could dream, couldn’t he? It was even more comforting to hear the other male mutter that soft mixture of words back. Jager’s heart jumped against his chest for a whole different reason now. Yes, he’d dreamed of hearing Jaspar say it at least a thousand times but actually hearing it made those dreams seem colorless. That boy would probably never realize just how far he had Jager wrapped around his finger. So far, it didn’t seem like a bad thing. Yet. The feeling of those hips rounded down against his hand brought a smile to his tender lips. With a lust-filled gaze, he leaned his mouth up and let his teeth teasingly nip at the flushed skin of Jaspar’s jaw. That rich noise that filled his ears brought a rush of… pleased emotion a little farther south than just those smile-twisted lips of his. Letting their eyes connect, he pushed forward with the desire. Jager continued to work his slicked fingers into Jaspar. After all, he wanted the other to be ready for this. Going it without being prepped would of probably made Jaspar refuse to ever do this again. From previous stupidincounters he’d had, he knew that crying during sex wasn’t really a good thing. At least he hadn’t been the one that was making someone else cry.
Dipping his chin a short nod to acknowledge that he got that Jaspar was ready for this, he pulled his hand back slowly and cleaned his fingers against the bed sheets with a hasting flick of his wrist. Jager forced his eyes to close, letting his mouth easily push back into the pressure that was being offered. The previous moan that had left those lips was still echoing through his thoughts (and his body) while his hands fought with the foil wrapper. A growl emitted from his lips before he just ripped the material back. The rubber was cold against his body but the motion of his hand slicking down over the painfully hard, but sensitive skin brought heat against his body that was almost over whelming. Jag moved quickly as he grabbed the bottle of lubricant; quickly letting his palm wrap around himself to make sure he was slicked enough to the point where his first thrust would hopefully not hurt that much. His tongue forced forward into the other’s mouth while he used his free hand to lift Jaspar’s small body forward with his other guiding himself to his boyfriend’s entrance. Once he was aligned, Jager’s hands moved to those boney, angled hips. Slowly, he let Jaspar slide down. All at once, that heat seemed to over whelm him and Jager found himself forcing his hips to stay in position instead of thrusting forward into that hot, tight body that surrounding him. His breathing hitched more and his stomach muscles clenched with the anticipation he started to feel. “Oh, fuck.” The short breathed fumble of words fell from his tongue, rushing out to verbally show his pleasure. Jager forced his eyes opening. Looking up, he sat up and let his arms warp around Jaspar’s neck before he threaded his fingers in the boy’s long, chestnut hair while his mouth actively worked against the younger boy’s. “Can’t. Stay still.” The broken sentence fell from his lips before his hips slow, but forcefully rolled forward with eager movements. A quiet moan started to build in his throat; making the heat of pleasure start to tingle all over his body.
Pushing them farther together, Jager’s teeth went to the sensitive skin that stretched over the point in his boyfriend’s body where his shoulder met his neck. Biting softly, he made himself go slow with his next thrust, no matter how much he wanted to be able to just have Jaspar take over and slid his hips along his length, he knew (for the first few minutes) he’d have to live with this. But, by the feelings that were working over his body then, Jager didn’t see that as a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all.
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STATUS finished.
WORDS 1,717 words.
COMMENTS i don't even know.
CREDITS image from cobra-starship.org, cropping and text banner to lex. form to lex also. you steal, you get eaten.
MUSIC with or without you - breathe carolina.
TAGS jaspar murphy.
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